Lauren, having set her plan in motion, continued with the photos. The final picture, a shot of her spread, pussy slick and open, hungry for her mistre...ss still did not yield a response. The worry struck her deep in the pit of her belly, and she was tempted to skip out again. "I can't, damn it," Lauren spoke calmly to herself, "Why isn't she replying to me?" Lauren knew for certain that if she didn't show at school her relationship would be over. She felt that her mistress' tolerance level was. Carl needed the toilet, but found the door locked; he could hear water running in the shower. Again, his inquisitive eye fixed on Astrid, obviously a girl who valued cleanliness! She seemed to be particularly interested in keeping her private parts clean – at least she was pointing the shower head there, while her face looked rather concentrated, eyes closed, lips pursed … Carl, in his innocence, did not immediately realise what it was she was doing, but it now dawned on him. He dared not look. Oh, of course I had had people to share my bed, to fuck, but that’s all it was. They always disappointed, always fell short. Only Jess would do. I smoked another cigarette then, feeling extremely silly and embarrassed walked slowly back towards the hotel. Tippi was standing on the path, the sun behind her and through the soft white cotton of her long skirt her legs were shadows. I couldn’t see her face. ‘I feel such a twat.’ She slipped her arm through mine and we walked like that towards the. We've been together a few months and your quiet demeanor hides a risque and erotic streak that I am slowly uncovering, I imagine us at the house, returning after an evening out. You're wearing a dress and I'm in my dinner suit. We enter the bedroom and put on a bedside lamp. I take off my jacket and move to you. I take your hand and we walk over to the window where we look out. It's a full moon so we watch the sea and the waves crashing to the shore. It's a clear, warm but windy night and the.